Total Recall Poem by Aram Stefanian

I heard a thundering voice of an angel at the Ishtar gate,
''Come and see those 337 gods of serpents and dragons.
Drunken with blood of the saints, they shall meet their fate.
They blasphemed against God, turning nations into pagans.
As soon as the Evil one is dethroned, New Babylon will fall.
I'm going to share the flame of my fire with the faithful
Hoping there are no death tolls after total recall.
When my sacred troops gain victory over the wild bull,
I will give each a white stone upon which a new name written.
For those who don't repent I have a sharp two-edged sword.''
The blue stone on the fired bricks turned red, and I was beaten,
But delighted that I became a janissary of my own accord.